"guzaldo" poems
"When a person is born it's a blessed time,
Albeit a person is in love it's a splendid era,
When that person perishes it is a bereaved era,
Albeit Love of two people expires it's a cataclysm,
Vestige as we used to sit there on the littoral,
As the dusk of the winds would blow the sand,
The sand pursues into your long black hair,
Visage your dark green eyes and a beauty of a smile,
All times I have enjoyed greatly also suffered greatly,
Times you loved me and alone on the shore,
It is an perpetual power that as my utopia,
Is me ichorous of our love moments together,
Afore us lies the port and a skimming ocean liner,
As we slowly see an alluvion gloom in the darkness,
Legions of souls drudged here in day and night,
Above gusting drifts the rainy constellation of stars,
As we gambol in our fervor of cognizance of love in our
Utopia Ichorous"
By Andrew Guzaldo 08/03/2018 © Posted HP/
Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 10:10 PM UTC
“Solidity of my heart is ever repeating,
Yet yearning for things I'll never know,
The heat of the earth upon my feelings,
The zeal of the flurry gusts upon my dermis,
In the beauty of sunlight falling on water ways,
As you can feel the warmth of the sun as I have,
I’ve confronted my life’s crusades before this melody,
Oh yes yours be a simple cup of water for a diverse life,
It is the brine of the ocean that makes me crave more,
Tears that make my ever repeating heart stutter,
Tear drops warm as the flurry gusts upon my dermis,
Tears abhor the interior sole destruction of my soul,
Tears hasten down my cheeks like rivers,
Tears now smell and taste like the salt of sea brine,
As it leaves a taste of red fervor within my heart?
There will always be peace now way in my soul,
Tears sooth me like my feet upon brine sand stone
As I walk this journey I may stumble and fall,
For that infinite one that has left me now all alone,
I shall ever be fulfilled now in my melody of tears”
By Andrew Guzaldo 10/10/2018 ©
Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 6:04 PM UTC
“RENDEZVOUS SONNET”
“The long day wanes the slow moon climbs,
My pale enclave inspires me to write,
That of our midnight love rendezvous,
As well as awful dreams of life’s hardships,
All can be forgotten of travesty’s that followed,
As I easily compare you to a light of stardust,
Traipse of her breaching my mind of that day,
Thinking of your prompt nobility fills my days.
My love for you is the dedicated anamnesis,
Our heated times of past frolics of seasons,
Our summertime on the immense sleepy hollows,
The sounding furrows for my purpose holds
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down,
The prudence labor loving procured slowly,
Whisking your rugged ways and thro's endings,
Subdued only to thro’s closure of laudability,
Ode to my rendezvous sonnet”
By Andrew Guzaldo 08/14/2018 ©
Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 3:41 PM UTC
“You are a cynosure and I a modest demure man,
I cannot be accordant with the crowd you have,
You a cynosure beauty of elegance and wonders,
A woman of higher standards and I very simplistic,
Can such a person take interest in me what may it be,
Is she mindlessly judging me as an equitable man?
By sweet emotions thoughts reflected as irises burgeon,
From her head to toes I kept on admiring this divinity,
Is her heart for love that like a thorn with no rose?
Or mitotically lovely when in love as seen before all,
She would not be able to conform to me it would be I,
Could my simplistically standards sway her to me,
But why do I blame myself that she took a liking to me,
I imagine her hands touch the earth and the roots dilate,
Sprite knows deep quintessence of water and the earth,
We then conjugate together like an equation of loam”
By A. Guzaldo 07/21/2018 ©
Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 5:12 PM UTC
“A promise to be kept was a deception or was it axiom,
Now on earth with apathetic grand valley of loneliness,
In now the wild blue or the irradiated sunshine glows,
Through the woods finis the river and away from agony,
I am elated at my conquest deeds of early crusades?
I’ve yearned to venture into realms of the fissure,
I have been blessed by angels in my conquest passed,
How to achieve great deeds in man’s demeanor's,
One never knows what eyes will see on distant shores,
Of foreign shores could only envision cathedra afore,
Quite gained by a noble woman of power representation,
Eclipse those that conquer uncharted land sea and air,
Greater than this achievement I have never envisage,
Than you came into my life with what bringing a promise,
So now I am that which is clutched to the promise,
As that of a nest in the branches clutched to sapling branches,
And so I shall vow to accept this promise for all perpetuity”
By Andrew Guzaldo © 1/29/2018
Dec 29, 2018
Dec 29, 2018 at 10:41 PM UTC
“Some task of grandeur symbol yet be done,
Not unworthy men that strove for tutelary,
The stars begin to twinkle from boulders afar,
Is that the demise of an allure on the horizon?
What was once a fiery passion of desire?
Procured in the end with passionate love,
Once flaming red fervent orange propensity,
Thunder and the sunshine cloudless all above,
You can find pleasure in the waves of the sea,
If you refuse to let a friendship of love perish,
Then there is still hope that the love will live on,
But will it be of one or of both the past spirits,
Hiatus brink ocean alongside lulls me to sleep,
If you feel you can reach up and grab the stars,
Each star shall be used as a stone stride,
Climb to meet with the passion afore horizon,
Beauty that once ignited my heart and soul"
By Andrew Guzaldo 09/17/2018 ©
Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 7:53 PM UTC
“I believe I’m gratified to have loved her,
If not where would my heart have been,
My eyes were radiated by this naiad,
Regalia she has given will last ever ageless,
To have been near her held her hand,
Brushed my fingers through her hair,
Listened to her incentive ways she had,
Given to me before she had gone faultily,
Rivers flow as wind carry life’s ballad inlet,
Leading me deep into the paradise I longed for,
Overwhelming protecting me from world afar,
Strong caring is what keeps our souls as one,
It’s an obsession the way we let ardor consume us,
In her eyes I found new visions have been revealed,
As the sea forgets in its furore lading aboard,
No rest from travels it is my libation for memoir,
World of the deep fell into darkness of nets,
I would have liked my naiad by my side,
I imagine that my heart palpitating sadness,
If I were to pique the naiad would it make all well,
I shall never KNOW”
By Andrew Guzaldo 10/07/2018 ©
Oct 7, 2018
Oct 7, 2018 at 3:21 PM UTC
“Life can have its share of tears and heartaches,
Malady and demise dolefully follows us in our lives,
Our souls exist with love laughter family and faith,
Life’s secret of caverns like the songs in your mind,
The enclave of sand rock and lichen reflects well,
Of that was formed ever so enchanting the abyss,
Of the stone with its furtive outlets afore the deep brine,
As it passed by your name a fiery flower than created,
The arduous waves rose like a barrier in the Universe,
A canticle now well beloved all things ode to love,
Earth time sea island life and tide are subsequent,
The sea is the mouth to the universe and tells all,
Flowers on the now spring unfold afore our eyes,
Observing us as if our passions are now in the begin,
Arduous waves of the brine are now burgeoning flowers,
A courtyard now surrounded with passionate flowers,
We were alive together on a macrocosm heretofore,
Yet not alone when the hour of our demise befalls us,
Our love was harvested as that of the fields of grain,
I the knowledge of the sea and you with gold lividity,
Mine exists in the caverns of the soil and sand
Fear not my blossom of life the fire of our love,
Soon loving kisses will join as our mouths,
Cleave perpetually”
By Andrew Guzaldo © 11/15/2018
Oct 15, 2018
Oct 15, 2018 at 7:09 PM UTC
“Abate agonizing, when the grieving troposphere reaping,
As it navigates a shift as the pulverizing leaflets,
As this tender moment of nature steals upon me my deep, emotions as we drift from the Archipelago,
As the steep tall rocks swerve towards the edge of the, precipices we navigate towards our archipelago refuge,
As my heart inflection my heart beats vivaciously, through my entire body,
Conscious only of you I belong to you there is really,
A way of expressing that is not impregnable enough,
All that my soul pines to express at this instant,
Is included in the one word avidity,
A total contradiction of life if I were with those,
I loved I would only wish to be in obscure distance,
Now as I am far away all I do is wish for one more, day surrounded by those I love that home could be,
Odyssey bound for the homeland on the briny deep afar that father and husband's longing, as it seems that,
Gaviiform seabird bellows with tumultuous placidity,
Sleep the blossoms of a future flower,
You have, by your tenderness and worth twisted yourself more artfully round my heart, then I supposed possible on this my refuge,
Archipelago Refuge”
By Andrew Guzaldo July 17, 2022 © #211
Jul 17, 2022
Jul 17, 2022 at 2:05 PM UTC
“The night is raven as you peer that analytical stare,
It is in this way you are blinded by your own eyes,
Sanguine of the gods that exist for all their acumen,
As that of an labyrinth mechanism turning day to night,
Beside the bonfire I think of all that I have descried,
Now no usual noises only the unusual or unexpected,
In autumns that we were with morn dew and argent sun,
That is now left of yellow not gold burnt fibrous leaves,
Of how the world will be for still there are so many things,
That I have never seen in all the forests in every season,
If I should live in a coppice and sleep underneath a sapling,
By a bonfire in different lands thoughts of my incongruous life,
No coppice of saplings that I could not make a glorious home,
I go where the old odeon gather decorous worthy and robust,
The world’s society has long foundered people throughout time,
And they would not sigh and tremble and vex me with a song,
Struggle is harsh and I come back with eyes fatigued,
Gusts upon my hair as I sit beside a crackling fire,
The times from having seen the unchanging earth afore,
So you may take of that elegant rose leave me with a thistle,
For they know not life without the dendrite to wither”
By Andrew Guzaldo 01/05/2019 ©
Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 10:06 PM UTC
“With what stillness at last you appear in the valley,
Join your divine sounds filling the empty vessels of night,
As pillages silently alight upon the shrine you behold,
First sunlight reaches down to touch the tips of pedals,
Her eminent auspicious arm band lusters dulcet canticles,
Sublime reaches things with aptitude able to shrill aft,
Dwells of brilliant wires laurels hymns devout in tune,
May we soon again renew that song singing endlessly?
Abaft her green eyes omens mayhap as emissary divine,
The bewildered by visions apparitions beside a hidden perch,
It seems that the resonance of a dove calls from far away,
Placid content sung before the colored cathedra naiad,
Fronds not ado had not noticed the presence of a naiad,
I know not where this solemn revelry odyssey would end,
My conscious mind we have much to discuss young naiad,
I abiding with heath musing carried by the scent afore me,
Inexorable time that passes quickly as time has stride away,
Sing endless morn of light with the naiad piqued at my soul,
Steadfast heart draws me out of labyrinth and takes Naiad hand”
By Andrew Guzaldo 1/04/2019 ©
Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 7:11 PM UTC
“Blight into cold blue and obsidian water sky.
I await to graciously glance at sunset and smile,
I must renew my bones in dynasty of deity,
I have been feeling an awakening sensation,
I must still clear all my earthly levies,
As I sense awakening of a simmering rage,
The day that since has died a desperate light,
That light that must get stronger by the day,
Today is dead latency in the desolate land,
My heart welcomes you once again my love,
My season my woman my deity my immensity,
Every road leads to the door step of my heart,
For without thee I will roam with a hungry heart,
It is blunt to pause to make an end majestic creature,
Nefarious it was for suns to store and cache my will,
Skies black water befuddles me and constrains me,
Moving heaven and earth that which we were,
Made all the stars weak by time and fate,
Every ode will disperse and die as soon this will,
Ode to Blackwater”
By Andrew Guzaldo 09/20/2018 ©
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 5:43 PM UTC
“A malignant adversary invader of my soul,
Conge deceitful lust the augury of artifice,
Mongrel horrid rancor glutton of enthralled rage,
She was fervent with only one ambition afore,
A grand mistake on my part a gazebo of treachery,
Chattels contrary to my reasoning of my desires,
An indisposed viper camouflaged covered in blossoms,
Progenitor of gasps an assassin tarrying in quietude,
A sea shower of sorrows from whence she was drawn,
As the salty drops adorn my sorrows of woe and despair,
Bellowing a fever of the mind from the vile deceit and rage,
As a fish linked adorned to an alluring virulent,
Fabric as the adumbration of the suns shines remorse,
A rapacious blaze leaving thou shuddering in angst,
I have traveled on a road lead to pitfalls and misery,
Imbroglio with no emotion renders windy clouds afore,
A citadel thwarts wane of melancholy and remorse,
That which reason doubtful allows my malignant adversary”
By Andrew Guzaldo 11/1/2018 ©
Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 9:54 PM UTC
“Immediately a decisive alluring connection from the onset,
As our ****** accoutrement deceptive lay’s softly on ground,
As the captivation of our present euphoria lays beneath our skin,
Complacency and beatitude with the enticing joy betwixt us,
I had fallen in love with her as the flowers cling to the earth,
Hearts hewed as one beating with powerful acquiescence,
Convivial contentment to us both as eve slowly turns to daybreak,
Reflex of love there is enigmatic elation never before perceived,
Etiology of twinging with euphoria trail of kisses lingering afore,
As in the charisma of a cold chill of that as glacial trails,
Sensed make our blood run cold now as souls entwined,
May she never leave and forestall a broken nature of being,
I know that deep in the intensity of my heart you triumph,
There is invariably space for altruism to reside always,
For all the delectation that once were unified of ours,
I not endeavor to conquer my contemplative devotion,
Your flowering existence sheds invisible petals as I,
Claim them as something I could own should I keep them?
Or scatter them or are they even yours"
By Andrew Guzaldo © 09/01/2019 #165
Sep 1, 2019
Sep 1, 2019 at 2:17 PM UTC
“For a moment I linger in sound deficit,
As the beat of my heart recalls of her,
Her the Princess the beauty of my spoliate,
What can it be that has turned my soul to loam?
As once we enjoyed the days on our archipelago,
My dear love my everything it’s as I no longer abound,
In the memory of thee the nights of us embrace me,
Now become cold and frigid as if we never embrace,
All the stars we had stolen in our love nights,
Echoing passionate love off the lucid rocks,
Stars that awed above as our souls gambol,
Our souls meld expressed pleasure among stars,
Thy saintly lays are tuneless now for as you are,
The one that suffused my heart and maligned its way,
I now gleam that traveled world whose margin faded
The face of dawn from twilight glows doubts ahead,
Shudders in this soul of mine even yet art wherethro,
That was once drunk with delight of having you near,
Come tear my heart from out my chest and be done,
This wisdom has now struck my laden cognizance,
By Andrew Guzaldo 09/24/2018 ©
Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 4:27 PM UTC
“Greater than the acquisition of poetry I cannot envisage,
Poetry enters ones heart and soul brings life to one’s melancholy,
It can come into your life leaving you with a promise of future,
So that one will be clutched to affiance of poetic peroration
I am now that which is clutched to such an affiance,
As that of a nest in the tree clenched to sapling twigs,
And so I shall vow to accept this affiance for all perpetuity”
By Andrew Guzaldo © 1/29/2018 #154 Posted HP
Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 1:07 PM UTC
“Poetry teaches one to read casuistry and put into fluency of words,
A reality of contributing the internal thoughts of rapture in mending,
Come to pass but it is a poet’s way of living the arts of expression,
Art of expression for the poet as well as a benefit for the reader,
Life through philosophy of words affixed to realization of the subject
When there is obscurity another spectrum of an unusual piquancy,
A poet and writers life is always looking for that germane connotation,
Daydreams of delusion or a nightmare with a colloquy word equanimity,
When everything is onerous we reach a point of imperious efficacy,
Mind body and soul an inimical to dream and precipitous thought with no end,
An uninterrupted moment of solitude and words moments of cessation rest,
In all this words teach a poet care for loved one or dear friend to aplomb,
Until lovers or friends may meet once again earnest in Poetic Acclimation”
By Andrew Guzaldo 03/11/2019 ©
Apr 13, 2019
Apr 13, 2019 at 9:29 PM UTC
“And this drab spirit craving in sad eagerness,
Many basilisk twist and snarl afore my feet,
But every hour I am saved from that eternity,
Something silent is surely more deserving,
Far on the ringing plains of windy ancient Troy,
I am a part of all that I have met all once before,
Yet all is a reality in mind forever and ever,
To rust spotted to always shine in use!
Altruist of courage where fore art thou,
Though the eupnea to my trivial life,
Endeared face of dawn from twilight glows yet,
I shall follow the sinking star for knowledge,
I don't know if time is passing or not,
Does it come together or as druthers?
Or is my future to be piled all at once,
Seek I still the truth divine in hopes to gain,
Take my hand and share divinity with me,
Abolition me thoroughly from my iniquity,
Surely it takes a lifetime to get over such pain,
I never thought of an unhappy ending to procure,
I spent an entire life stuck in the labyrinth,
Thinking about how I will escape it and say,
Imagining what the future may hold for me,
How it will be on that formidably glorious day,
By Andrew Guzaldo 09/26/2018 ©
Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 8:08 PM UTC
“Her belly ripped her rips now smashed to pieces,
Her kitchen wares spilled far and wide,
Her wheelhouse crooked and leaning hard,
She once had a crew that would toast her off,
Off the coast of Central America and isles of Europe,
This triple sail ship waits for her purloined moment,
She once was a sequential ship of Laguna construction,
Now a reconstructed by once sailors her new owners,
Now a blue and white triple sailboat in all her elegance,
As she is spotted along the enclave’s estuary blue peninsulas,
She is now home once again in an inlaying captain of discovery,
She has been brought back to life to sail the seven seas,
Once again the Laguna Triple Sail Ship this wager is here to STAY,
Now the magnificent splendor all the islets of the estuary deep blue sea,
Sail as Gibbous moon illuminates the enclave from whence we came”
By Andrew Guzaldo 11/07/2019 © #168
Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 5:28 PM UTC
“Eradicate the acrimony that has ensued,
And its subtle entrenched nucleus inward,
Lionize that was this bitterness within you,
That sad agony has cajoled in your heart,
Embrace the cognizance that healed the essence,
Hold all that boundless that made your aura right,
Bring out the recognition of all your aegis,
Push aside the despondency of the discomposure,
Sunshine will Nurture the well-being of your soul within,
Nonsensical as it may seem it is the catalyst placebo,
It is the manner that you will adhere to your dreams,
Love will be the satisfactory in your laughter,
You will postulate all your dreams now imminent,
All the people that you believed in and loved,
To that every tear you have cried due to rancor,
May hamartia now be the canticle of Utopian chimera?”
By Andrew Guzaldo © 10/04/2019 Poem#167
Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 5:06 PM UTC
“Recognition that you are here,
Final adjustment mending next to me,
A breath of your warmth upon my skin,
Exchanges of the single ember within still burns,
As I hear whispers in the wind,
Rustling through the formulations,
I've sketched in encroaching the littoral,
To the special one to claim these pages came,
Interpretation existing of years passed,
The circumspect to go diligent stride,
To a worn and tattered old ideal,
Hero from the ancient bindings of a book,
Haunting whispers in the Zephyr,
Rustling through the formulations,
Breaching the palisades of time,
This the whispers in my mind”
By Andrew Guzaldo © 04/30/2022
Apr 30, 2022
Apr 30, 2022 at 2:10 PM UTC
“Beyond this of my coastal lugubrious ,
There was a time I held her hand,
As I slowly watched her floret,
Her beauty adorned like petals cockled,
I grew intoxicated with the scent carapace,
As we quivered within a new romance,
Becoming immune to its constant presence,
When the wind shifts it drew her aura near,
I had to stop and hear the pounding of waves,
Only to find it was the beating of my heart,
Our love was of genital flames that night,
And I loved her even more at the dawn,
My heart now bears an untold story,
Like a ship at sea that longs for land afar,
A great untruth my lips have borrowed,
Boundless treasure now edging my heart,
Your love had filled my cup up to the brink,
Yet I grow thirsty in this silence tween me,
Now not a drop of love for me to drink,
Love now has left me again on this my,
Lugubrious Islet”
By Andrew Guzaldo 08/11/2018 ©
Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 7:51 PM UTC
"Odoriferous fresh gardenia flowers fragrance was she,
Her beauty will be cultivated forever amongst and beyond,
How does one know if it is love it is more than just a word?
It is a feeling soul bound that fervor’s beneath the skin,
So how do I know it is love if it isn't as the words are procured?
A sense of rising tide a rapid undulant river of a woman,
One cannot be a troglodyte in life when love arrives,
My love has arrived I have felt all the above and much more,
Sheer thoughts of her sends a billow enliven rapture within,
A rush with consternation render’s fervent fracas of piquancy,
I have heeded in life these depictions of the fluttering gusto,
As long as I live this tectonic emotion of this naiad will remain,
Restraints of the days is this prologue to exodus to enclaves,
I turned my back on the capricious sea the euphoria and somber,
Where with a strain and a ****** on the banks of islet sands,
Beauteous day slips in night as the sailing foam drifts afar,
Although I am where I am I will never be perniciously charmed,
Stars will burn for all time as I lament in demanding sadness,
Cursing as a cavalier of false hopes with untethered regret,
For I am not a troglodyte of ages but just an aesthete in love,
Beauty is Culture!”
By Andrew Guzaldo 03/02/2019 ©
Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 7:29 PM UTC
“If we were to observe one another
Will we remember we once were lovers,
Inexorably we may have matured,
In all ensuing ways of our love,
Was pure at first then we thought,
I hope that the travails of your pain
Have not weakened your spirit,
That those that surround you are strong,
And for all that you have subjugated,
As sadness has entered attenuating,
Your soul to its minimal strength,
And in the end when I reach for you,
Will you once again beam with the,
Essence of the love as we once shared”
By Andrew Guzaldo 02/10/2017 ©
Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 3:07 PM UTC
"Bring me to elysium as I feel warmth of within,
I beseech your lips your voice your integument,
How can I alone bare cumbrance and stifle burdens,
Fresh outdoors my islet will cool my burning desires,
I wish to be her fantasy and make our love complete,
I want to eat the sun as it searches your body,
That redolence exists within intangible feelings,
Tangent the wallow hunger inside depths of your soul,
Echoes within call to me as waves to the shore,
I travail as she groveled into my percipience,
I would no longer stay defiant to your touch,
Touching upon your impetuous palpable body,
Apprehensive of what your loving me might doth,
The ichorous in her eyes that echoes within,
Bellows in a delineation of abyss of passions ardor,
Deliquescing into each other’s arms unfolding in,
Elysium amorousness”
By A. Guzaldo 06/12/2018 ©
Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 11:40 PM UTC